Here is a new kriya channeled during a Krishna Das … https://krishnadas.com/ … concert on 24 May 2020. This is a kriya to heal the broken heart and to resolve long-standing grudges.

There is an edited Summary after the video …

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

What the Kriya Will Do For You: I have here a new mudra and kriya … a way of placing the arms and hands … to heal the broken or to resolve a long-standing grudge, or to heal the injuries of the heart that have accumulated over many lifetimes.

How to Do the Kriya: The fingers of the two hands are interlaced, and the index fingers and thumbs are joined in a diamond shape like this …

It gives a feeling of a greatly expanded heart, so I call it Wide Open Heart Stance.

You can walk in a sedate way while doing this kriya. It could be a walking meditation. If you do walk like this, do that special kind of walk where you set down the toes of your feet first, and then your heel. I call this the Silent Step.

This is a Native American way of walking that I learned many years ago from Earth Skills …https://www.earthskills.com/… an animal tracking, wilderness survival, and Native American culture outfit located in Frazier Park, California. According to my Earth Skills teachers, Native American trackers and hunters walked silently over the leaf-strewn forest floors in that way. It is a very graceful way of walking.

So you are holding the wide-open space of your heart, and you are walking gracefully in your meditative stance. To heal the broken heart.

[End of the video]

ABOUT ARJUNA

Arjuna was a central character of the Mahabharata, an Indian philosophical epic. This image of Arjuna with bow drawn, riding in a war chariot, with Lord Krishna as charioteer, is one of my favorites …

Image: “ISKCON Jagannath Bbt Partha Sarathi/Krishna Arjun” … https://www.amazon.in/images/I/51uZvfHE1PL.jpg … DESCRIPTION: Arjuna with bow drawn, stands in a moving chariot drawn by four white horses moving at a gallop. Holding the reins of the chariot is Lord Krishna, the charioteer. There are slain men and fighting people all around them.

In a way, the image reminds me of Arjuna Kriya.

That I know of, there are three people that identify as Arjuna, the spiritual son of Indra. I am one of them, then there are two others. You might say that we identify with Arjuna.

In my own timeline theory, I was Arjuna. Because each human being has their own series of timeline choices, it is also possible that the other two people, in their own timelines, experienced being Arjuna in ages past. Who is to say?

YESTERDAY AFTERNOON: BINDING DOWN OF THE DEMONIC LIEN-HOLDER OF JAKARTA

Quite a large demon, the lien-holder of the Jakarta City Dome, was bound down yesterday afternoon, through God’s grace. Those who chose to befriend it were likewise bound down. Only God can break those bonds; no other power shall loose them.

Image: Binding Down of a Demon … http://www.prayprayer.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/04/174305.jpg … DESCRIPTION: Top right, an angel dressed in white, with white wings and a sword, is descending from the sky towards a large golden demon with fangs, horns, and claws that is snarling at the angel. The demon is bottom left. Bottom right, there is a symbol with seven skull-type figures in a circle, with fire in the middle of the circle.

Though, through this spell, some people were bound down, along with the demons, this was less a spell of binding, than a spell of warding. People who befriend demons, do so in order to attack other people. Thus, binding them down prevents them from attacking other people, in the astral realm.

A spell such as this must be cast with a pure heart, a heart devoid of anger and other dark emotions. Otherwise, for sure, they will be the end of the person who attempts the spell. Who knows, maybe something along the lines of what happened to those wicked folks who opened up the Ark of the Covenant in the movie “Raiders of the Lost Ark” …

That scene was way over my horrible-moments endurance level. I have just this to say about it: Do not watch scary movies. And never address the issue of demons and binding spells unless God wants this to happen. To be on the safe side, I suggest aligning one’s mind and heart and will with the Great Mind, the Great Heart, and the Great Will of God, and then asking Him to do the binding, if (and only if) it is His will.

AUTUMN EQUINOCTIAL TRANSFORMATION OF WORLD WAR II KARMA

I took a look at an airline route map for flights between Los Angeles and Jakarta, over the Pacific Ocean …

I note that the route goes over the United Kingdom, glances past France, then goes through Germany.

I get from this that the now-bound-down lien-holder of Jakarta carried the karma of World War II. Now that the demon (some say, Fallen Angel) is bound down, we may hope for peace on Earth, and harmony amongst the countries of the world.

WELL-WISHER JOURNEYS TO THE HELLWORLDS AND BACK

Already here in Los Angeles … in fact … immediately upon God’s blessing of the binding … I felt a great weight of Darkness lifted from over my head, and I felt the freeing of those who had been acquaintances of those befriending the demon.

Last night and today, these acquaintances have been karooming up and down, visiting those bound down with the demon in the Darkness of the Hellworlds, and then back up, into the Light. From a clairaudient perspective, it is pretty weird for me to hear … Their clair voices descend to a very low register … I hear clair shrieks and groans and growls … and then they bounce back into the Light, and their clair voices return to the normal register.

It reminds me of some years prior, when I went on hunting expeditions, down into the depths of the Hellworlds, attempting to ‘save’ folks I knew. I have this to say about that: God is Great. God will take care of all that. It is up to us to take care of our own selves, to stand in God’s grace, and to follow the path of righteousness, insofar as we may, during this lifetime.

AFFIRMATION TO FREE THE SOULS OF THE DAMNED

For those who know their loved ones are in the Hellworlds, and who cannot loose themselves from this concern … though they know it binds their very Souls to that Dark Realm … I suggest saying this affirmation for those they love …

You are free! Go where you will!

RAMA AND HANUMAN FIGHTING THE DEMON RAVANA

The song “Hanuman Chalisa” is a favorite of mine, and so I have learned the story of Hanuman, the monkey god who, despite daunting odds, rescued a human queen from a demon, on behalf of the king he served. Thus the events of the last 24 hours reminded me of this painting of Rama and Hanuman fighting the demon Ravana …

GLUSKAP, HERO OF THE ALGONQUIN, VANQUISHER OF SORCERERS AND OF THOSE WHO FOLLOWED DEMONS

Then, quite by accident, I came across an image of Gluskap, Hero of the Algonquin, who defeated sorcerers, defeated those who followed demons, and granted many wishes to his people. His totem was the red-tailed hawk …

In the Spirit Realm, the events of the last night and day seem to me to echo the Algonquin stories about their folk hero Gluskap, just as the story of Hanuman did.

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INCARNATIONAL MEMORIES BY ALICE: A VISION … LOOKING THROUGH THE EYES OF A RED-TAILED HAWK

The image of Native American hero Gluskap, and his friend the hawk, reminds me of a dream I once had of seeing through the eyes of a red-tailed hawk that was circling high up in the sky, and looking down with lightning sharp vision at a mouse scurrying along a chaparral track in a high mountain meadow below.

In my mind, I link the story of Gluskap and the vision through the hawk’s eyes with two remembered lifetimes as a Native American … one as a boy in the Cuyamaca Mountains, and one as a Hopi brave …

Once I rana leaf-strewn pathbeside a sometime mountain streammy familyground its meal by

Young then, but lithe,I wasthe Silent Runner

It was the black beartook my lifeStill wondering —What will this brave boybecome?

. . . . .

Later I walkedThose mountain pathsSaw him fly by,heading downstream

I stopped to napunder our family’s oak tree,Woke with a start!What’s that behind me?

But it wasonly a coyote child.

. . . . .

Yesterdaythe air was fullof omens

What should I do?I askedmy Cuyamaca dad

You are, he said,My cherished one —Go quick!May these thy feettouch not one leaf!

And so I fledback to the quiet places —

. . . . .

Dad, dad!Once more I amthe silent runner!

. . . . .

In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars

The two portions of this blog in blue font were excerpted to … Link: “Tiny Anthologies: Incarnational Memories,” by Alice B. Clagett, compiled from prior blogs on 10 February 2019; revised … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-bCE ..

Published on 3 March 2018; revised on 2 December 2018
Added poem to: Tiny Anthologies: Wild West Poems

Dear Ones,

Here is a poem I wrote earlier this month …

Although this account is entirely fictional, the inspiration for it was the murder of the child Dylan Redwine in Bayfield, Colorado, after he went missing on 18 November 2012.

As I recall, posters were put up around town regarding a 19-year-old Ute child, possibly from the nearby town of Ignacio, Colorado, who went missing a month later, but I cannot find anything on that child online; perhaps he went back home.

I also recall a couple of instances of foreign exchange students at Fort Lewis College in Durango, Colorado, being posted as missing while out running in the mountains … if memory serves? Was it in the summertime, between 2013 and 2015? As well, I could not find information on them online; perhaps they came safely back to school.

Image: “Passing into Womanhood,” painting by Howard Terpning, 1992 … http://swoyersart.com/howard_terpning/womanhood001.jpg … DESCRIPTION: This looks like a rite of coming to womanhood being performed in a wigwam, with an older woman, a young girl who has just reached puberty, and most likely her mother.

Image: “Opening the Sacred Bundle,” a painting by Howard Terpning, 1995 … http://swoyersart.com/howard_terpning/sacredbundle1c.jpg … DESCRIPTION: Sitting inside a tent, a Native American opens a sacred bundle. Watching him are two Native American men, and a Native American woman.

Filmed on 2 September 2014; revised and republished on 23 December 2017
Location: Native American Tribal Gathering Place in Espanola, New Mexico

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

Native American Tribal Gathering Place in Espanola, New Mexico

Vision of the Corn Maiden

Postlude: Music of Chris Zabriskie and Photos by Alice

Credits for Postlude

MORE PHOTOS BY ALICE

IMAGES: CORN MAIDEN

Image: “Shadow at Native American Tribal Gathering Place Near Espanola, New Mexico,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2 September 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Shadow at Native American Tribal Gathering Place Near Espanola, New Mexico,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2 September 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0

Dear Ones,

Here is a little about the Divine Feminine, the corn maiden, and the incoming Light.

An edited Summary follows the video …

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

This is the tribal gathering place built by the local Native Americans in the Espanola, New Mexico, area. See? There is kind of an amphitheater effect. It is great!

Hello, Dear Ones, It’s Alice.

Native American Tribal Gathering Place in Espanola, New Mexico

I was sitting here in New Mexico at a tribal gatherings place. And it is circular. And it has a wonderful feeling to it. The sun is getting lower on the horizon. And I was sitting and meditating on my heart. And I had the most incredible experience. I just had a feeling we were accepting the energy of the Divine Feminine. And I just had a feeling I was sitting here with the braves and the ancestors of the Native Americans.

I know it is a strange thing, because I can remember several Native American lifetimes. But in this lifetime I am not Native American. It is just that I have that ancestral affiliation.

Vision of the Corn Maiden

I was sitting here, meditating on the Divine Feminine, in my heart. And I had the strangest feeling that I was … I think it is called the Corn Maiden, in the Native American culture … the Divine Feminine expressed as the nurturing Giver of Life … Bringer of the Crops of Corn that fed the people.

It was really great. So I thought I would share. And I am wishing you a wonderful, heartfelt day, in these times … this upcoming week when so much good energy is coming into our hearts, and into our fields, into our lives, and into Earth.

[End of video]

Postlude: Music of Chris Zabriskie and Photos by Alice

[videoclip of the Native American tribal gathering place]

Image: “Native American Tribal Gathering Place Near Espanola, New Mexico,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2 September 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Native American Tribal Gathering Place Near Espanola, New Mexico,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2 September 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0

… and over this way, coming over the mountains, is the plume of a forest fire … See?

Image: “Plume of Smoke from a Forest Fire Near Espanola, New Mexico,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2 September 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Plume of Smoke from a Forest Fire Near Espanola, New Mexico,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2 September 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0

So, the mountains are renewing themselves again.

Credits for Postlude
The restful instrumental music in the Postlude is “Cylinder 6” from the album “Cylinders” by Chris Zabriskie, CC BY 4.0.
Imaged and Compiled by Alice B. Clagett, CC BY-SA 4.0
Location: Native American Tribal Gathering Place in Espanola, New Mexico

Incarnational Memories by Alice: The Vision of the Cuyamaca Native American Boy

Incarnational Memories by Alice: The Vision of the Native American Elder Who Faced Death with Calm Courage

Conclusion

Dear Ones,

Here are two Native American visions I had. The first is about being at one with the natural world, and the second is about courage when confronted with great change, such as in passing from physical form. Hope you like them! There’s a Summary after the video …

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

Hello, Dear Ones,

I am sitting here on a very windy day, in the shelter of a big juniper tree that was the type of tree that is sacred to the Native Americans. And I can see the juniper berries on the floor of the forest underneath the tree. And little shreds of juniper bark, with yellow lichen on them … very colorful. And all the birds have been coming by.

So, one bird that was bright yellow … a small, bright yellow bird … I do not know what it was; it was beautiful. And it was singing and carrying on; it was great!

It is so windy, I hope you can here! So, sitting here in the shade of the sacred juniper tree, reminds me of two visions I had … Native American visions. And I will tell you about each of them, and what they meant to me, very briefly.

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Incarnational Memories by Alice: The Vision of the Cuyamaca Native American Boy27 June 2014

Once I was hiking in the Cuyamaca wilderness, in Southern California. And as I turned to retrace my steps, back towards the road, I was walking higher up than a creek. And on the other side of the creek was a little trail … a deer trail … and all around were live oaks … California live oaks; very beautiful!

And there, running along the deer path, I saw, in a vision, a Native American child about eight years old … a boy … running, very lithely and quickly, along the trail. And I could not tell! … He was kind of transparent, so I guess maybe he was a shade. I waiver on that … Maybe he was a ghost … And sometimes I think, maybe it was me a long time ago, you know?

And the thing I got from that is: He was so at one with the forest floor, the leaves of the oak trees on the forest floor, it was as if he were part of the oak trees and the water … But in human form.

I was very happy to see a child so at one with everything around him.

And then he sort of faded out and disappeared. And that was my first vision.

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Incarnational Memories by Alice: The Vision of the Native American Elder Who Faced Death with Calm Courage27 June 2014

And the other vision I had, was of an older Native American brave, sitting with a blanket wrapped around him, near the Eastern edge of a mesa, in the Southwest part of what is now the United States.

This person, I could tell was me, for sure, in a past life. He was sitting, watching a red sun, rising or setting, off in the distance. And he was feeling and knowing, that it was his time to pass.

The thing that was so amazing to me about that vision and that memory, is the complete acceptance of such a great change … this change we call death, or passing. Such an amazing settledness about it. Such courage, and such strength of character. Unwaivering understanding that death is just a part of life. Without any regrets at all, he was watching and knowing, and understanding the cycle of life.

That memory has stood me in good stead over the years; and especially now, when so many things are changing because of the Ascension process. I remember how brave I was once, and it helps me to be more courageous now.

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Conclusion

These are only two of many stories I have about past lifetimes, but they are some of the happiest ones.

See you all later.

In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars

The text in blue font has been excerpted to Link: “Tiny Anthologies: Incarnational Memories,” by Alice B. Clagett, compiled from prior blogs on 10 February 2019; revised … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-bCE ..

I was at church today, Sunday service. My brothers and sisters from the fifth dimension were there. They loved the drumming. They loved the singing. They loved how our hearts filled the air with song just past the ear’s ability to hear, but every heart was listening.

The drummers got a little out of sync, and I started to worry. Then I heard lighthearted laughter …

You humans are so serious, and so separate!
You have such diverse points of view.
We love that in you!
We, who think and feel almost as one, though we be many … we salute you!
This life you chose on earth can be quite challenging. We applaud your courage. Know that we love you!

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REMEMBERING A DEATH DATE OF ONE OF MY NATIVE AMERICAN INCARNATIONS

I was thinking about the lifetime when I sat on that western mesa, wrapped warm in a good blanket, watched the sun set … oh, so beautiful … watched the night sky blossom with stars, and felt, with a steady heart, as my life left me.

People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within. — Elizabeth Kubler Ross